Homesick
The past few days I’ve been staying at my brother’s house with my grandmother and my nieces. Things didn’t turn out quite like I expected, I’m actually living in hell, a lot of plans were changed around, etc. but that’s not what’s bothering me the most. What bothers me is that I miss being home. And I honestly didn’t think I’d miss it so much.
Home. With my new microwave (finally!), DVR, wireless internet, selective junk food, books, warm bed with covered up windows so I sleep/live in the dark, my bird to keep me amused… I miss all of it. The past few days I’ve been spending time with my nieces who so far have made me watch High School Musical, Drake and Josh, iCarly, and a whole bunch of other stuff I really could care less about.
My sister and her friend (who, by the way, are 30 years old) made plans to take me to a club wearing a tube top and getting plastered because apparently, that’s fun! And exciting! And shouldn’t I do something rather than lounge around the house all day? Why yes, yes I can do something: grow up. Why can’t you?
Tomorrow I leave in the morning for Home Sweet Home. I just hope I can make it through tonight. Supposedly we’re going to watch a scary movie and shriek like little girls. I am so excited for that, I cannot even begin to tell you. Hooray.
I take it that you’re not into the club scene. I don’t blame you--it’s overrated. Been to a club once, and I don’t care if I ever step foot in one again. If I want to get plastered, I’ll do it in the confines of my house.
I know how it feels to be homesick though. It sucks, especially when you don’t have the really familiar anywhere near. Yeah, you’re with family, but like you said, your nieces have you watching Disney and Nickelodeon. Bleh.